The Apostle of the Light As Translated by Morvran Emar Garran, Summoner of Lorn He had come in the night, wounded from some conflict in the north. His shining indigo breastplate had been battered, the long steel sword he carried chipped and dull with use. He told them he was an Apostle of the Light, that he would free them. No one believed him. In the morning, they had come from the south, black forms inching up the ravine leading to the escarpment the town sat upon. He stood before them, this brown-haired northerner, holding his sword high in one hand, a crystal knife in the other. ‘You … [Read more...]